Flightful lights being shot. Spontaneous flares that sparked on your chin were blown by the shimmering mist that you left engraved under my hair.
Your composture is healthy to my eyes, yet your soul is scared. Beyond my sight, you can feel what I feel when I see. The flash is heavy and thick. Dark as broad midnight; contrasts to the brightness in your eyes and skin. I'll touch you to my own risk.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
